Brothers (Explicit)
Kid Cudi, King Chip, A$AP Rocky"Brothers (Explicit)" is a song by Kid Cudi, King Chip, A$AP Rocky, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:17 long and contains 88 lines and 617 words.
Lyrics
0:22If my niggas don't f**k wit' you
0:23I don't f**k wit' you
0:24That's just a code in my hood
0:26Don't let these guns hit you
0:27Be a man of your word
0:28Don't ever let 'em ever play you
0:30Stand up for your sh*t
0:31Make sure these haters pay you
0:32Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas
0:35I got some bad rich b**ches
0:36They my real niggas
0:37It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas
0:39My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas
0:42If Yall fell out over some chips
0:44That ain't your real ni**a
0:45If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real ni**a
0:48Before I be a house ni**a be a field ni**a
0:51I gotta put off a chick call in my trill ni**a
0:54I met juke in 92 when we still niggas
0:56Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas
0:59Living well me and my niggas go'n eat
1:01Before you hate hit the brakes with both feet
1:04Hey yo all right
1:08Hey yo all right
1:15Hey yo all right
1:20Hey yo all right
1:26Hey yo all right
1:30Hey yo all right
1:37Hey yo all right
1:43Hey yo all right
1:48Max with the homies try to teach them things
1:50Teach them how to make a piece of change
1:52Even keep the change
1:53But they neva change
1:54Bought a set of chains with another chain
1:55Upgraded to a better chain that Beretta sing
1:58Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
2:01Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
2:03Money neva change me only change the situation
2:06The paper I be chasin got them sucka niggas hatin
2:09Started from the pavement basement Satan
2:12Couldn't match my claims
2:13So they compare me to a mason
2:15Free slaves but they based and crazy
2:17We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks
2:20So for the blunted then they pickin the gun up
2:22Motherf**kers is trippin if it in in the run up
2:24Then they gettin the come up yup b**ch
2:25And they do with the sun up
2:27And this is for my niggas and my gang
2:28Through the fortune and the fame
2:30Only thing didn't change was my niggas
2:32Hey yo all right
2:34This is how it's supposed to be
3:14I got the niggas that I need with me
3:16Any issues my ni**a you know then please hit me
3:19No question no hesitation
3:20When it come to own fam dawg
3:22If you creep me the f**k out
3:24You probably ain't around
3:25Now you can hate on the side lines
3:26I'm skippin past
3:27You got me f**ked up
3:29Keep talkin and kiss my a**
3:30No sweatin the ho sh*t
3:31Too in tune with the family
3:33I do got the ones that do know Scott
3:35They give me the love that a ni**a need
3:38If its a place to stay or a dime sack of w**d
3:40Word to dennis
3:41Brought me thick and thin 'til we finished
3:43Focused to keep the pockets replenished
3:45Clothes on our kids
3:47And keep my niggas from goin away on a bid
3:49Only wanted fly sh*t when we got big
3:52Chasin these hoes up in they
3:54Ribs at they momma crib
3:55Beat niggas up so it they go blind about it
3:57We all grown families up on our own
4:00Providing for 'em real niggas
4:02Real morals that's the code
4:03So long as I am my brotha's keeper
4:05He will provide me with a or a street sweeper
4:08The love I have for my niggas is another type
4:10You gotta real ni**a down with you for your whole life
4:14Love for my niggas
4:15The brothers that I never had
4:17Made my life a lot less sad my ni**a
If my niggas don't f**k wit' you I don't f**k wit' you That's just a code in my hood Don't let these guns hit you Be a man of your word Don't ever let 'em ever play you Stand up for your sh*t Make sure these haters pay you Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas I got some bad rich b**ches They my real niggas It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas If Yall fell out over some chips That ain't your real ni**a If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real ni**a Before I be a house ni**a be a field ni**a I gotta put off a chick call in my trill ni**a I met juke in 92 when we still niggas Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas Living well me and my niggas go'n eat Before you hate hit the brakes with both feet Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Hey yo all right Max with the homies try to teach them things Teach them how to make a piece of change Even keep the change But they neva change Bought a set of chains with another chain Upgraded to a better chain that Beretta sing Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves Money neva change me only change the situation The paper I be chasin got them sucka niggas hatin Started from the pavement basement Satan Couldn't match my claims So they compare me to a mason Free slaves but they based and crazy We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks So for the blunted then they pickin the gun up Motherf**kers is trippin if it in in the run up Then they gettin the come up yup b**ch And they do with the sun up And this is for my niggas and my gang Through the fortune and the fame Only thing didn't change was my niggas Hey yo all right This is how it's supposed to be I got the niggas that I need with me Any issues my ni**a you know then please hit me No question no hesitation When it come to own fam dawg If you creep me the f**k out You probably ain't around Now you can hate on the side lines I'm skippin past You got me f**ked up Keep talkin and kiss my a** No sweatin the ho sh*t Too in tune with the family I do got the ones that do know Scott They give me the love that a ni**a need If its a place to stay or a dime sack of w**d Word to dennis Brought me thick and thin 'til we finished Focused to keep the pockets replenished Clothes on our kids And keep my niggas from goin away on a bid Only wanted fly sh*t when we got big Chasin these hoes up in they Ribs at they momma crib Beat niggas up so it they go blind about it We all grown families up on our own Providing for 'em real niggas Real morals that's the code So long as I am my brotha's keeper He will provide me with a or a street sweeper The love I have for my niggas is another type You gotta real ni**a down with you for your whole life Love for my niggas The brothers that I never had Made my life a lot less sad my ni**a
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